THE AFTERMATH

 

Maybe because of the way we won at the Emirates against Wolves, maybe it was just defaulting mastery but with Havertz's help I cruised past Wolves with a very comfortable win.

First Dig: So far in my career I have lost only two games, against Manchester United at Old Trafford at the second time of asking( remember first game of the season) and at Anfield at their second attempt, both times I scored three goals against them, so if you lose against United in a penalty shootout  and lose to an outstanding Liverpool team that had bloody revenge in their minds, I won't be going into Everton game in six days worried at all.

Everton at the Dickinson.

Six days, no injuries, Saliba and Gabriel Jesus will be totally fine in 6 days' time I am certain.  

Note: In the past five games in all competitions my special boys have scored three times.

Why shouldn't it continue?

CAN I BRAG A LITTLE???

I am an awesome, detail oriented, winner of a manager. (There are even rumors in game that my team could replicate the unbeaten team of Arsene Wenger)

There are rumors and there are unbelievers, I don't believe I won't lose in the League because I do not control the game like DLS, instead I manage the players that control the game.


I am moving on in the game, I am not waiting for Arterta's Team, I control my own team. Forward we go, Maybe when i get to Jan 1, 2026. Then y'all will hear from me.

TILL DATE

 

Battle of North London 

It was a game of little or no event, after Trossard scored in the fourteenth minute, we were in full control. I'm really proud of the win and the way it happened, we had chances to score more but It wasn't meant to be. 🎵one nil to the arsenal 🎵 chants rang out throughout. 

I want to be in tune with reality, I know that the Champions League fixtures are different from that of real life, I know I am out of the League Cup unlike the Arsenal of Arteta. 

The Premier league is the same though. So I will just enjoy it. First I have four games to be current with the current season. Hopefully 12 points in the bag. 

See ya

COUNTDOWN TO THE NORTH LONDON DERBY

 3 ...2 ...1 ...go!

One of the biggest games of our season, a rivalry with our North London neighbors, on who gets the bragging rights. We have to do right for ourselves, our people and our club, we need all three points.

Asides Gabriel Jesus on the fitness aspect, we have everyone available which is a big plus looking at how injury has shaken the team in real life.

We have to make good use of our quality to get a good result.

RECOVERY

 

Three games in seven days. Three clean sheets. Three victories.

The boys delivered beyond expectation — disciplined, ruthless, resilient. Each match was a statement, each performance a reminder that the defeats at Anfield and Old Trafford are fading into memory.

• Burnley (Away, Premier League) — grit and control, a professional job done.

• Athletic Bilbao (Home, Champions League) — composure on the European stage, a clean sheet to match the ambition.

• Sunderland (Away, Premier League) — focus and determination, sealing the week with another victory.

I am proud. I am thrilled. The campaign feels alive again, closer to reality, closer to the dream. The scars of Liverpool and Manchester United are healing. The momentum is ours.

The Champions League journey has carried us into the top eight. The excitement is real, the energy electric. Europe’s finest are here, and we stand among them.

Momentum is alive, and the message is simple: make the best of the situation. Every training session, every tactical adjustment, every ounce of focus must be sharpened. The defeats of the past are fading; the victories ahead are waiting.

This is more than progress. It’s proof that the campaign belongs to us, that we can stand toe‑to‑toe with Europe’s giants. 

In reality Arsenal lost two points on this ground and I explained to the squad that we have to do better and Bukayo Saka took it upon him to get the win by scoring a double. Up next the international break then after that the North London Derby.

 

CONSISTENCY

 

Momentum was the word, and the team knew it. Training sessions carried that energy, and when matchday arrived, the boys delivered.

• Leandro Trossard and Kai Havertz struck early, making it 2–0 inside the first ten minutes.

• Fitz Jim pulled one back almost immediately in the 11th minute, but the resolve never wavered.

• Havertz returned after the break, adding his second just six minutes into the half.

• And in stoppage time, Zubimendi sealed it with a goal in the 93rd minute.

Final score: 4–1 victory. A commanding performance, a statement of intent.

Now, the tally stands at 6 points from a possible 9, the only blemish being that loss at Anfield. The campaign feels alive again, the rhythm restored, and the belief surging through the squad.

Back in the Premier League, we strolled to a commanding 3–0 win.

• Leandro Trossard struck early, giving us the lead and setting the tone.

• The game demanded patience and discipline — we had to manage the tempo, absorb pressure, and wait for the right moments.

• Trossard doubled the advantage in the 84th minute, his sharpness proving decisive once again.

• And in the 97th minute, Big Gabby sealed it with a goal in added time, a final flourish to a controlled performance.

It wasn’t just about the scoreline. It was about composure, resilience, and proving that we can manage games as well as dominate them. Another step forward, another statement in the campaign.

Four wins on the bounce after the sting of Anfield — West Ham, Fulham, Ajax, and Crystal Palace — momentum is alive again. The squad feels sharper, hungrier, more determined.

Now comes the true test: three matches in seven days.

• Burnley (Away, Premier League) — Turf Moor is never easy. The grit, the fight, the cold air. We must impose ourselves early.

• Athletic Bilbao (Home, Champions League) — a clash of styles, Spanish steel against our rhythm. Europe demands composure and ruthlessness.

• Sunderland (Away, Premier League) — a trip north, where history and tradition meet a side desperate to prove themselves.

The dream is clear: seven wins on the bounce. The schedule is brutal, but the momentum is ours. The diary waits to see if this chapter becomes one of triumph or trial.

MOMENTUM

 

The international break ended, and the squad returned one by one. I welcomed them back with a single message: keep the momentum alive. Every training session echoed that mantra — sharp drills, focused minds, relentless energy.

Matchday arrived, and the boys delivered. Declan Rice struck first, his leadership shining through not just in midfield but on the scoresheet. Zubimendi followed, carving his name into the campaign with another decisive goal.

Fulham fought hard, clawing one back, but the resolve of my team held firm. Final score: 2–1 victory. The rhythm continues, the campaign breathes with renewed energy.

Momentum is not just a word. It’s the lifeblood of this season.

The month closes with two fixtures that will test how far this team has come: Ajax in Europe and Crystal Palace in the league.

The game believes we can take all six points. The question is — can we turn that belief into reality?

• Ajax: A Champions League clash, rich with history. Their youth, their flair, their tradition of attacking football. It will demand discipline, composure, and ruthlessness.

• Crystal Palace: A Premier League test, never easy. Selhurst Park or the Emirates, Palace always fight with grit. It will demand focus, patience, and precision.

Six points would mean momentum, confidence, and proof that the campaign is back on track. Anything less, and doubts creep in again.

The diary waits for the outcome. The storm of fixtures has passed, but the horizon still demands glory.

POSITIVE VIBES

 

After a bruising run — just 2 points from 12 — the mood was heavy, doubts creeping in. But then came West Ham, and with them, a flood of goals that washed away the gloom.

Six strikes lit up the scoreboard:

• Declan Rice — the anchor turned scorer.

• Bukayo Saka — the ever‑reliable spark.

• Gyökeres — a brace, announcing himself with authority.

• Gabriel Martinelli — seizing his moment.

• Noni Madueke — adding his name to the chorus.

We conceded two, yes, but the rhythm, the energy, the sheer force of six goals brought back the positive vibes of a campaign reborn.

As for the Carabao Cup? The early exit was painful, but the board never demanded it. It was a battlefield we left too soon, but not one that defines the season. The real war lies ahead — the league, Europe, and the FA Cup trophy.

This was more than a win. It was a statement: the storm has passed, and the campaign can still blaze with glory.

The international break has come and after that the next stop is Craven Cottage. An away game at Fulham — tricky, unpredictable, and never to be underestimated.

Momentum is fragile. After the storm of City, United, Newcastle, and Anfield, and the redemption of six goals against West Ham, this fixture feels like a crossroad. A chance to steady the campaign, to prove that the positive vibes weren’t just a flash in the pan.

Fulham will fight. Their home crowd will roar. But my team must rise above it, carry the rhythm forward, and show that the season still belongs to us.

The diary continues…

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REALITY CHECK

 

Unfortunately, real life is not like the real life. My Arsenal story has taken a different path.

Against Manchester City, I fought hard but only managed a draw. At Old Trafford in the Carabao Cup, the battle stretched to penalties — and there, fate turned its back. Out of the competition. Then came Newcastle, where fortune smiled just enough to grant me a draw. And finally, Anfield. Another defeat.

Yet in both losses, I cannot fault the players. They gave everything. Circumstances, not effort, denied us. My reality and Arsenal’s real‑world reality are no longer aligned.

The truth is clear: unless I win the remaining three trophies, this first season cannot be called a success. The bar is higher, the challenge greater. I have to do better.

The storm has tested us. Now the path to redemption begins.

THE FIRST RUN IN

 

Previously...

The plan was clear: beat Nottingham Forest, launch the Champions League campaign with victory over Frankfurt, and then brace for the greatest run‑in of fixtures imaginable.

The horizon is daunting:

• Manchester City at the Emirates — the champions, the juggernaut, the ultimate test of our resolve.

• Manchester United at Old Trafford — another clash in the lion’s den, where history and rivalry collide.

• Newcastle at St. James’ Park — three days later, a fortress of noise and defiance.

• Liverpool at Anfield — three days after that, the roar returns, demanding another conquest.

Four battles in rapid succession. Each one a crucible. Each one a chance to etch our story deeper into the season’s fabric.

Forest and Frankfurt stood in front of us —we played and conquered, seven goals scored, one conceded and one clean sheet.

Well, I dispatched Nottingham Forest and lost Calafiori for a month. It was a great game, and the players were very pleased afterwards. 

Eintracht Frankfurt was a good game. I am impressed with Trossard and happy with his performances. 

NOW!!!

Manchester City. The name alone carries weight, title chasers, relentless, unforgiving. My next game is against them, and the thought gnaws at me.

Last night, I dreamed I lost — not only to City, but also at Old Trafford in the match that follows. The dream felt vivid, heavy, almost prophetic. But when I woke, relief washed over me. It was just a dream. Reality is still mine to shape.

Now, the gauntlet begins. Four matches, each a mountain:

• City at the Emirates

• United at Old Trafford

• Newcastle at St. James’ Park

• Liverpool at Anfield

I am scared. I am excited. The anticipation is unbearable. These games will define the season, perhaps even the legacy of this diary.

The whistle is coming. The roar is waiting. The storm is about to break.

The Path is Tough

Battle at Anfield

Anfield. The roar, the banners, the storm. Many teams have come here and crumbled, but this time it was our turn to face the fire.

Kepa stood tall in goal, Gyökeres spearheaded the attack, and a strong bench waited in the wings. 

The Result

The game exploded into life in the 18th minute — Gyökeres rose to meet Jurrien Timber’s perfectly timed cross, nodding it home. We went into the break 1–0, the dream alive.

But Liverpool struck back. Wonderkid Danns equalized against the run of play. The crowd roared, momentum shifted — yet two minutes later, Gyökeres silenced them, turning Declan Rice’s pass into the net. The lead was ours again.

It didn’t last. Isak nodded in from a corner, dragging Liverpool level once more. The tension was unbearable. Then came the breakthrough: substitute Merino, calm and composed, slotted home after being put through by fellow Spaniard Zubimendi.

Final whistle: Arsenal victorious at Anfield. The roar was conquered, the storm subdued. Pride surged through every player, every supporter. We won at Anfield. Hurray!

The Path to Glory

The Challenge Ahead

The Premier League fixtures mirror reality, but the Champions League has carved its own path. And fate, mischievous as ever, has drawn us against Manchester United in the Carabao Cup. Another trip to Old Trafford awaits — another test in the lion’s den.

The schedule is unforgiving, but I embrace it. My team is ready. First comes Nottingham Forest in the league. In real life, Arteta’s men dispatched them 3–0 — Zubimendi with a brace, Gyökeres with the third. That’s the benchmark. Can we match it, or even surpass it?

Then, the curtain rises on Europe: Eintracht Frankfurt in the Champions League. A new battlefield, a new rhythm, a new chance to prove ourselves on the continental stage.

But looming beyond these two fixtures is a gauntlet of fire:

• Manchester City at the Emirates (Premier League)

• United at Old Trafford three days later (Carabao Cup)

• Newcastle at St. James’ Park three days after that (Premier League)

• Liverpool at Anfield three days later still (Champions League)

Four matches in rapid succession, each a mountain, each a crucible. The anticipation builds, the tension rises. For now, all eyes are on Forest and Frankfurt. 

The journey continues…

Leeds United – The Expected Victory

Everyone expected Arsenal to win. The only question was: by how many? Arteta’s men had crushed Leeds 5–0 in real life, and my team carried the same “favorites” tag. We embraced it.

From the shadow of Raya’s blunder against United, I trusted Kepa in goal, with plans to reintegrate Raya soon. Havertz started — familiar with our rhythm — while Gyökeres waited on the bench, still settling in.

But fate struck early. Havertz twisted his ankle in the 13th minute, the camera showing the pain clearly. Gyökeres stepped in, and by the 39th minute he had scored. Five minutes into the second half, he doubled the lead, echoing his real‑life brace against Leeds. Martinelli sealed the result in the 68th minute.

Final score: 3–0. A commanding win yet marred by Havertz’s injury. The medical team confirmed he’ll be out for two months. He left on crutches, the ankle swollen. We all felt for him, but the march continues.

The Road to Anfield

Next stop: Liverpool. In reality, Arteta’s men fell here. I refuse to follow that script. Hincapié is back in training, set for a reserve game to sharpen his fitness. The plan is clear: go to Anfield, face the roar, and conquer.

The anticipation builds. Leeds was a test of dominance. Liverpool will be a test of resilience. The diary continues…

THE FIRST TRIAL

 Five friendlies down. Three victories, two draws. Ten goals scored, just one conceded. A solid run, though in the spirit of our new DNA, perfection still whispers in the background — I wanted all five wins. A thumping of Bayern Munich was the highlight of the friendly matches.

Then came the real test: Manchester United at Old Trafford. The stage was set, the pressure immense. I readied the team, knowing history had seen Arteta’s men walk away with a clean sheet. Could we match that?

The whistle blew, and the drama unfolded. Bukayo struck in the 16th minute, Martinelli doubled the lead by the 33rd. We looked in control, but United clawed back — Sesko in the 52nd, Cunha in the 89th. Between them, Kai Havertz’s 85th‑minute strike proved decisive. The scoreboard read 3–2. No clean sheet, but three precious points secured.

And here’s the twist: it’s been just a single day since my last post, yet six matches are already behind me. The pace is relentless, the journey exhilarating. The story is only beginning, next up .... LEEDS UNITED.